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Warren Roosevelt
Male | 28 | mr.
'Vielfaure' the name attached to the generous donation had immediately caught his attention, the winery family from France, which wasn't the end of the commotion they had caused within higher society. The type of commotion that had Warren ashamed, but it had given the Vielfaure the attention needed for Warren to actually descend from his attic, surprising all in the school that was already in full bustle. Enough for two students to collide in a moment of inattentiveness for the task at hand.
"Careful," Warren had called to them, smiling as if he hadn't taken notice of the unusualness of the situation himself before climbing into the carriage after giving the coachman some instructions on where to go.
Had Warren taken the time to throw a look into the mirror the man would have found his looks positively gaunt that day. The days he spent in the attic had done no good to his already pale complexion, accompanied with the days of sleep he had forfeited in favour of burning candles instead. Had the man allowed himself to be dressed by servants they would have told him as much, maybe convinced him to apply some powder and some rouge. However, Warren dressed himself, which could be told from the way his cravat wasn't as highly pointed as was fashionable. A state of carelessness that held another type of charm as he fumbled around with the little card that had come with the news of the large donation to the school he had set within his former childhood house, practising what he wanted to say to the donator several times before his eyes were caught by the landscape that passed him by, changed and yet so unchanged from the childhood to the years he had spent in the area now.
"Is the master of the house at home?" Warren eventually asked the servant that came up running to his carriage, the servant didn't answer immediately, neither did he run back to check if the master was presently at home, which really meant that the master was presentable and ready to receive Warren, as was custom. "Warren Roosenvelt, have my card," he introduced himself, handing over his calling card before the servant turned on his heel and ran off to announce Warren's presence. With that part done Warren pushed the door of his carriage open, taking in the view of the front yard that greeted him spread across in front of the Vielfaure household.
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